August 25, 2016

The rest is too long and too damned jaunty, but it might work for you if you are strongly inclined to find young women as cute as they seem to think they are.

The topic of "hanger" — the word and the phenomenon — was explored on this blog 11 years ago, so for me, it's not a new word, it's an old word that tried and failed to go big and if you watch the whole video you'll probably see why that happened. Or let me just quote from my old post:

[A]bout this new social trend of adults excusing themselves for the babyish weakness of losing control when hungry... Oh, lord, these people sound annoying. Do you have a cute slang term for getting cranky when people impose too much information about their private physical needs on you?...

In general men do not seem to suffer hunger-related moods as frequently as women do, or at least they are not as likely to admit it....

[Blogger] Cherie Millns [writes] "My mother told my husband before we got married to make sure he always carried a banana with him, in case of a sudden cranky-pants emergency," Ms. Millns wrote. "It might just save his life."

"Cranky-pants"? Banana?... [W]hat's wrong with these people? It's one thing to get hungry and to deal with it by eating something, but it's quite another to make a conspicuous production out of it or, worse, to let it become a major issue in your love relationships. And to have your mother tell your husband how to care for you in the very way you'd care for a toddler? Is this really what's going on around America in 2005?

29 comments:

Dr. Althouse: it might work for you if you are strongly inclined to find young women as cute as they seem to think they are.

Thank you. I don't know exactly what happened, or when, but somewhere along the line, adult women in their 20s started wearing straw fedoras and talking like little girls instead of women, and this was somehow supposed to be attractive.

Most alarming to me is the apparent indifference to the woman physically assaulting the man. It's trite to point out that if the situation were reversed, he'd be roundly condemned and might easily spend the night in jail. The ubiquity of the double standard doesn't make it rankle any less.

With Type I diabetes, hanger is not an option. You must not eat according to hunger; you must eat according to metabolism. That can be a problem, too: I have become so accustomed to not eating that I am almost never hungry, and that's not good.

This is probably true for various weight-control ambitions and similar afflictions.

"Is this really what's going on around America in 2005?" Sure. It was and it is, word or no word.

@Rob: "Most alarming to me is the apparent indifference to the woman physically assaulting the man . . . The ubiquity of the double standard doesn't make it rankle any less." I take your point, but: Why alarming? Why rankled? It's been the feminist MO for half a century. Feminism is the theory that women are special.

I have approximately 0% body fat and if I miss a meal I'll get dingy and have cold sweats - but only if I've been eating a lot otherwise. When my girlfriend, who likes cooking and feeding people big servings, left town for a week I starved most of the time and often felt cold but never dingy. Can't figger it out, maybe it's a form of hibernation.

I don't get it. First of all, why was this scene being filmed? Was it staged? Secondly, if she was really hungry, she would have just grabbed one of his pizza slices. Why render it all inedible? What am I missing in this drama?

Funny stuff - did it really happen? I thought "hangry meant like when some idiot is keeping you in a meeting through the lunch hour, and you're dieting and on the edge of starvation (remember the much recommended multiple small meals?), and you're angry on the inside. But not acting out. But I admit never hearing the term "hangry" until this year.

I think there's another phenomenon besides "hanger" going on here. You ever notice how irritable hyenas and lions get when they have to share their food with their pack mates. There's a whole pack etiquette thing going on........Here among the sapiens, the food order is that women are allowed to pick at your food, but if, God forbid, you touch their fucking pizza they're entitled to pitch a full on hissy fit.......Hypocrites. The world is full of women who never order dessert, but always say some such shit as "That looks so good. Let me have just a taste. Mmm. That was so so good. Let me have another."